Like a teenage soul I wailed to be freed
watching in envy the others glide by
How I longed to be one of them!
Hanging by an inconsiderable twig
I had been a leaf for what seemed an eternity
Wind blew the day's length
And I begged her to take me with her.
But like a listless traveller
It was occupied all the time...
Was always told,"It's not time!"
"It's not time?", I said " It's not time?"
My worthless existence seemed confined to nothingness
I lost my vigourous green and then the wind howled.
In a moment I was sailing
It carried me to the nearby rose bush,
the one I had always always longed for,
as my LOVE bloomed there.
But before I could catch a glance
I flew again and again and again
till everything stopped and
I lay in a pile of rot
Pondering over what I wanted
And what I got
Reality took over and I fantasized my Past....
Sunday, October 15, 2006
The First Flight
Like a teenage soul I wailed to be freed
watching in envy the others glide by
How I longed to be one of them!
Hanging by an inconsiderable twig
I had been a leaf for what seemed an eternity
Wind blew the day's length
And I begged her to take me with her.
But like a listless traveller
It was occupied all the time...
Was always told,"It's not time!"
"It's not time?", I said " It's not time?"
My worthless existence seemed confined to nothingness
I lost my vigourous green and then the wind howled.
In a moment I was sailing
It carried me to the nearby rose bush,
the one I had always always longed for,
as my LOVE bloomed there.
But before I could catch a glance
I flew again and again and again
till everything stopped and
I lay in a pile of rot
Pondering over what I wanted
And what I got
Reality took over and I fantasized my Past....
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16 comments:
good take!!!
still flying?
Wow!!
:)
Still Flying and How!!!! and I know I wont end up the same way too :)
hey!! thanks for the wishes..happy diwali..
still, the first flight...
all well...! and thank you for stopping by!
I haven't felt like coming and posting on my blog for a couple of days now..Scribbled something on the paper..but didnt want to post it on the blog...A lull inside me..Dont know why!!..maybe a slack
But am back again :)
@Vibhor &
Velu..
Thanx for the comments dear
@ Neers- The Glory Drinker stopped by...Oblidged oblidged..hehehe
hi saint !
nice to visit ur blog , beautiful lines
"I lay in a pile of rot
Pondering over what I wanted
And what I got
Reality took over and I fantasized my Past...." very true !
Fantasized my past ... yes thats we do many times , trying to make it beautiful and forget the pain of the past , because it gives strength for the present.
@AmitSinha- Thanx for the insightful comments bro..Keep Em Comin
i hope u land up on a bed of roses the next time u fly :P
@BLack Tulip-U know..Singldm is a bed of roses in itself..Though I'd love if I had a company to share the roses wid :)
as wat i hv understood...dis poem basicaly describes an eager mind...whos nt happy wid wat he has...bt realizes its worth wen its gone....quite a practical piece of content....
@Navgeet- Thanx buddy..U understood exactly wat I aimed to describe..
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